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Wednesday, 1 April 2015

# 1 Away....

I was getting late. Well I can’t complain. It’s one of my old
habits.I always tend to get late. Almost for all things. Particularly for exams. My
mom has been complaining all her life about this habit. But I couldn’t
change. You know how stubborn habits are. More than the pestering cry of a new
born.

Still I don’t find
myself in troubled waters.The result sheet saves me. Where the opposite happens.U
can find my name among the top scorers.

And the same happened again today. My PG entrance exam was
scheduled to be held after 3 hours. The center was about 2and half hours away. Mom
had called in the morning and reminded me of starting early.

But me being myself was behaving in the same way. Everything was
set and fortunately or unfortunately I wasn’t finding my bike keys. Bewildered I
gave a call to my best friend. He said he had already startedfrom his home and needs to pick his another
friend’s friend who has come to the city to write this exam.

I begged him to please help me out as I was not finding my bike
keys. He agreed to that only after giving me a nice scolding.

I could finally breath in peace when I saw his blue colored
car approaching and ran towards it intending not to waste more time. In a
moment I jumped into the front seat and asked him to speed towards the
destination. I was about to open my notes again to give a final overview, when
Ritesh introduced me to the girl sitting in the rear sit. “Smita” he said and
she gave a sweet smile in reply.

“U know her” somebody inside my head told me. But how I wasn’t
able to figure out. I was totally confused. Whether to remind the millions of facts
that were already revised a numerous times or try to figure out about the sharp
nosed girl with straight dark hair sitting behind me.

I was half into question paper when I exactly got who she
was. Her striking sharp nose had struck me long back. And it struck me today. Through
the tough parts of Pharmacology, I remembered the chemistry I had once shared
with her during my school days. Being the son of an honest officer my schools
used to change almost every year. Hundreds of names and thousands of faces. Still
she wasn’t completely out of my mind.

Those dark eyes still mesmerized me. I had searched for her
quite a bit. But wasn’t successful in any way.

My paper was over. So was my search. I was eager to get out
of exam hall. Meet her. Talk to her. Ask her a numerous things. And never let
her go again. I hurried towards Ritesh’s car but was dejected to find him
standing alone.

‘Smita’ I asked.

“She left with her cousin”he said with a naughty smile.

And I replied, with the same old smile that spoke for my
heart, with which she had walked away.